This is a song about "The blitz"

Got the passion for the music

No famous name vouch and i'm still the shit

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Same shit you said yesterday

The truth but thats the way

Came a blitz on my anatomy and conscious

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Huh, a metaphor of course

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

You still won't blitz through this defensive line back.

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat